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Post by shadnicth on Jul 1, 2010 21:54:06 GMT -5
5th February, 2010It had been a few weeks but he had finally found a lead. Matthew Tobruk had been tracking down various members of the New York based Mafia, upon hearing wind that his... well he wouldn't say girlfriend, was kidnapped. He had tracked her to New York through various sub-ordinates who were... well, let's just say they were out of the picture now. He had tracked down one member in his home, teleporting into the home as the man was watching television. "Good show?" Matt asked in a dark voice as the man turned around, surprised by Matt's appearance. "Who da fuck are you?!" The man asked, reaching for a gun nearby. Matt simply flicked his hand, the gun levitating up at the man, cocking itself ready to fire. The man stopped and looked at Matt, his eyes wide with fear. "You one of them freaks?" He asked as Matt's eyes narrowed, tilting his head a little as the gun pushed itself against the man's head, ready to fire. "I strongly suggest you... how do you guys say it, 'Shut da fuck up', before I blow your brains out. And the best thing is, no fingerprints. It'll look like a suicide..." Matt said as he locked eyes on the man. "I'm going to ask you some questions... and I suggest you answer honestly. I'll be able to tell if you're lying to me." Matt said, tapping the side of his head with a finger as the man's eyes widened. "It's you! You're the one that's tracking that Swan slut!" The man as Matt's pupils shrank with rage, the gun moving back and aiming at his leg, fired a shot into it. "OH SHIT!" The man yelled out, dropping to the floor as he grabbed his leg in pain, Matt looking down at the man. "As I was saying..." Matt said, the gun levitating in the air still as he crouched down to the man's eye level. "Where is Emilie?" Matt simply asked in a polite tone, activating his telepathy. "I ain't telling you shit!" The man said, as in his mind he was thinking, Hehe... Warehouse by the docks near the Statue of Liberty. You'll never find it...Matt simply smiled as he stood up. "Docks at the Statue... Thanks for that." Matt said with a smile as the man looked at him in shock. "Oh by the way... Your oven is leaking is gas..." Matt as he began to walk out, the gun dropping a couple of metres away from the man. "My oven? It doesn't have gas..." The man said as Matt looked back, igniting a flame. The man's eyes widened. Within seconds the house was a lit in flames and Matt was gone. He now stood in front of the old warehouse, located on the docks where the mafia supposedly ran their illegal businesses from, and where Emilie was being held captive. He looked ahead to see some armed guards. No one was leaving that place alive. So he looked around to the ocean nearby, smiling a little. He wanted to play with Gary's power a little, seeing as he had been practicing extensively with it. So he took a deep breath and extending his hands, crouching down a little. He then raised his hand up, standing up straight as two large streams of water rose from the ocean around the dock, and with a heave of his hands, the water crashed onto the docks, sweeping the men in front of the docks away in a torrent of water. Matt then sped down to the front door, seeing a man still left on the docks, his body drenched. He pointed his gun ready to fire, only Matt extended a hand to the man, focusing on the water around him turning to ice. The man was then frozen solid, his water-soaked body freezing instantly. Matt then grabbed at the large metal doors of the warehouse, his body turning to steel as he used his metal power to rip the door open, walking inside to see many a shocked faces. "Hello boys..." He said with a smile as they raised their guns, ready to fire.
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Post by emilie on Jul 2, 2010 15:25:27 GMT -5
Emilie couldn’t believe that the mafia guys had been able to track her down in Washington; she truly believed she would have been safe and now she had been away from home for what felt like months with no idea of where she was. In fact it had only been a few weeks but to Emilie it felt like she had been away for so much longer. When you get treated badly every single day it makes time go in slowly. Thankfully Emilie had the ability to heal so any physical damage they did to her she recovered from in a matter of minutes but it didn’t stop it from hurting like hell at the time. The only thing her ability to heal couldn’t stop was invasion of the mind and they had someone with rather advanced telepathy get into her mind to make her do all sorts of shit. They had also managed to get a puppet master which helped them in getting her to do things she would rather not do. She knew what they were making her do wasn’t what she wanted to do, but with the ability of telepathy being used on her and a puppet master controlling her she had no option.
The things they had made her do were unforgiveable, they had made her have sex with just about every single one of them, they had made her strip for them and a few other unmentionable things and of course they had been feeding her with drugs making her addicted once more. Eventually they got fed up with the fact that she could heal from everything and they eventually got someone to take her abilities away from her, so she could no longer regenerate and nor did she have her ability of telekinesis or cryokinesis, they had taken it all from her so she had nothing to fight back with.
Basically Emilie was in a mess, her hair was unkempt and her eyes were sunken from the drugs and constant attacks and with the fact they hadn’t been giving her food and water every day she was very dehydrated and very hungry to the point of starving. It was amazing that Emilie was still alive to be fair. Every single time one of them came into the room where they had her kept chained to a wall she just wished that her father or Matt would find her and take her away from the nightmare she was finding herself living in all over again. A life she had hoped never to have got back into.
Emilie had told them time and time again after they took her abilities away to just kill her but they would laugh in her face saying that it was more fun to be able to torture her. She had bruises over her face and arms from the constant beatings and a few gashes in her head from knocks they had given her and failed to do anything with. She had some cracked ribs and she was pretty sure from the pain in her right wrist that it was broken. Today was the day that if one of them didn’t end her life for her she would do it herself by grabbing for their gun, she just wanted the misery over with. Then she heard a commotion outside of where she was being kept and had no idea what or who was causing it until the door was opened and she heard the familiar voice she had grown to like when she had first met him in her father’s bar.
Emilie tried to get up from the floor where she was chained and wanted to shout out to Matt that it was good to finally see him, but the puppet master they had on hand working for them soon put paid to that by making her sit back down again with force and then made the motion with his hand to make her stay quiet. Inside Emilie felt like she was dying, she just wanted the whole ordeal over with, she just wanted to be held in her father’s arms just like he used to do when she was a little girl.
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 2, 2010 15:53:16 GMT -5
Matt had broken into the warehouse, his eyes burning with rage as the men had their guns raised to the metallic man. "Yo! Ice this fool!" One man cried out as the men began to shoot at Matt, his metallic covering protecting him from the shots that were being fired. The bullets impacted against his metallic skin and simply dropped to the floor. After a minute of firing, the men stopped, seeing that their weapons were unaffective. Matt cracked his knuckles, smiling back at the men.
"My turn..." He said as he teleported into the centre of where the men where, whipping his hands around in a circular motion. As he did, he created a powerful vortex of wind that sucked in a large portion of the group, the men swirling around in the miniature tornado before Matt sent them flying out the windows, the glass shattering apart and many of the men cut up from the shards of glass. Matt turned around to see more men, this time without guns. "So you're the big guns, huh?" Matt said as he took a defensive stance.
"Hehe, let's see how you handle your own kind?" One said as his hand began to glow slightly, about 20 objects in the warehouse began to levitate into the air, hovering as the man smiled. The other man's eyes glowed slightly as the objects burst into flames. Matt raised an eyebrow. "That's it?" He asked as the men looked at each other, confused by his comment. That was all the time Matt needed. With a quick whip of his hands, the fire on the flaming objects shot towards the men, burning their faces as they screamed in pain. Matt ran up to them, punching them both with super speed, and watched as they dropped to the floor.
"Weak..." He said as he noticed someone at the end of the warehouse, and ran towards them, with the idea of questioning then killing them. However the sight he saw made his eyes widen. Emilie was chained up... Like an animal. Bruises and injuries covered her body. There was a man next to her who seemed to control her movements. But that was the least of worries. Everyone should be afraid of Matt, as his pupils shrank to tiny dots, his rage now out of control. As his rage consumed him, a giant gale of wind burst into the warehouse, the broken doors now blown apart, the shattered windows completely destroyed and the objects in the warehouse all were being tossed around like toys.
"YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!" Matt roared to the puppet master as the man raised a hand to Matt, stopping him from moving. Matt struggled to move, but nothing. He was under the man's control... Physically at least. The objects being tossed around suddenly dropped to the floor as Matt then sent a telepathic blast to the man, the sheer force of it making the man bleed from his nose and suddenly drop to the floor. It was then that more men had appeared, guns raised to Matt and Emilie.
Matt turned around, looking at them with a look that would kill if he could. They began to fire, however Matt had created a telekinetic shield, the bullets stopping inches away from his face. The bullets piled up, creating a small wall of sorts. Matt clenched his fist and the bullets turned around to face their shooters. The men gasped and began to run. but it was too late. Matt thrusted his hands forwards, the bullets flying into the men, spraying them with bullets. They dropped to the floor as more men appeared. Matt was getting pissed off now...
So with a mighty roar, he suddenly exploded with elemental energy, blowing the men back with powerful winds before summoning water from outside to pour in from the windows, knocking them around in a torrent of white-water before stopping. They wouldn't stop coming... More and more... He was going to have to bring the warehouse down on them...
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Post by emilie on Jul 3, 2010 6:25:23 GMT -5
Emilie couldn’t believe when she saw Matt coming in through the door, finally someone had found her and she wondered if her father was there too but when she saw that it was only she felt a slight disappointment because she just wanted her father to take her in his arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay. Not that she wasn’t grateful for Matt coming to her rescue she was, but right now she just felt like the innocent little girl all over again, the one who loved her daddy so much she just wanted to be back safe in his home and in his life away from everything, away from this nightmare she was currently living in and had been for weeks.
With the puppet master keeping a control of her there was little she could do, she couldn’t even scream out for Matt to be careful, she could tell that he was filled with rage and he was doing whatever he could so he could get her away but Emilie felt like he was maybe going a bit too far because the scene before her eyes was complete war and carnage and for someone who could no longer heal she was starting to get worried that this might be the day her life ended after all, but not how she had imagined it to end. She desperately tried to cover her head and face with her arms and hands as best she could as glass and debris was thrown everywhere and desperately wanted to yell at Matt to stop.
But as Matt approached the puppet master he soon turned his attention to Matt and dropped his attention on Emilie so she was able to scramble up to her feet again as she held onto her side where her ribs had been cracked because she was in severe pain and now her hands and arms were covered in cuts and gashes from the shards of glass which had showered her. “Matt, just stop it, there’s too many you’ll never take them all on.” Emilie said in a voice of despair but Matt continued to carry on as the rage within him overtook and then the next thing she knew there were more men coming in with guns raised at her and Matt.
Again Matt turned on them and thankfully was able to protect the bullets which were being fired from actually hitting him and Emilie and she could only watch wide eyed as they seemed to build a wall in front of Matt. Then Matt did a move which made them all fly in the direction of the men who had been shooting making some of them start to run but they didn’t make it as the bullets brought them all down as more men appeared. Again Emilie wanted to tell Matt to just break her free and teleport her away from the scene, but she knew Matt was angry and she knew he wouldn’t just give up the fight as he seemed to just lose it and again Emilie couldn’t do much what with being chained to the wall she just wanted everything to stop.
More and more men kept coming and Emilie just knew that Matt was going to keep going until he took them all down, but it was alright for him, he had enough powers to protect himself and he could heal, there was every chance she could die over his attempts to save her but was there really any point in trying to get him to stop? She didn’t think so but somewhere deep down she was actually quite grateful for what he was doing, so long as she didn’t get seriously injured in the process even if she had been praying for her life to end before.
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 3, 2010 6:48:01 GMT -5
Matt didn't hear Emilie as she spoke to him, his rage consuming him as he continued to fight the oncoming barrage of men who seemed to want to die by his hands. He just continued to kill anyone who seemed to be appearing in front of him. And they had guns. Why was it always guns? He simply using his metal ability to strip the guns from the men, pointing them at their wielders and fired, the men dropping like rag dolls. More appeared afterward and Matt's temper was completely lost at this stage.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE JUST FUCKING DIE!" Matt roared out in anger as he whipped his arms around, fire swirling around his body for a moment as he shot his hands forward, the flames shooting out and burning the mafia men, their bodies covered in burns and flames as they dropped down to the floor. Matt breathed in and out deeply, his body hunched over ready for more attacks. It was at this point it seemed Matt was more of an animal than a human, blood-thirsty and ready for more.
However it seemed for now that was all the forces of the warehouse. The men who had been drowned, shot, burnt and other various forms of harm were now dead or dying. So with that, he turned to Emilie, his eyes still filled with rage and he looked at her properly for the first time since he had busted in. Instantly he could feel his rage subsiding as he analyzed her and her injuries. That's right, injuries. Last time he checked, she could heal. So why was she hurt? He walked to her side, kneeling next to her, as he looked into her eyes, his own now filled with sorrow.
"Emilie... What... What happened to you..." He said as he gently reached out to put a hand on her cheek, looking at her eyes as he spoke. "What did those assholes do to you? Why aren't you healing?" He asked her.
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Post by emilie on Jul 3, 2010 16:24:26 GMT -5
Emilie knew it would have been a waste of time trying to get Matt to stop he was in a blind rage concentrating on taking out the competition so she decided to reserve the little energy she had and just let him get on with it until he had either got through them all or realised what he was doing and came down from the internal rage within him. As the carnage continued with debris flying everywhere Emilie continued to sit on the ground with her hands covering her head, it was at times like this she realised just how useful it was to have the ability to heal despite the fact it could make you come over as a freak, at being twenty-one she didn’t want to die yet, she had a whole life ahead of her, whether that was as a normal human now or not was anybody’s guess.
When the battle seemed to have stopped or calmed down at least Emilie slowly lifted her head up to look out and see what was happening. There were dead bodies everywhere and Matt seemed to be slowly coming out of his rage and thankfully nobody else seemed to be coming in to cause more drama and then it was almost as if Matt saw Emilie properly for the first time as she saw the look in his eyes change from that of rage to that of sorrow, maybe horror, who knew but it was most definitely a different look to the one she had seen before while he was killing mafia members left right and center.
He then began to speak to her in a slight broken sentence asking what had happened to her as she felt his hand on her cheek she closed her eyes briefly at the feel of the touch with one half of her wanting to push it aside and ask what the hell he was thinking of when she wasn’t able to heal and the other half of her was just so glad to see him again and that was the side that won over as she lifted up the hand which didn’t have the broken wrist and gently placed it on top of his. She was about to answer him when he spoke again asking her what the assholes had done to her and why wasn’t she healing.
She swallowed a couple of times and then just shook her head and wasn’t even sure if she would be able to speak to him, there was a massive lump in her throat and for the first time since her father had saved her and got her back on the right path she felt vulnerable and weak and began to sob hysterically while she kept her hand on top of his. She sobbed heavy like this for a few seconds and then coughed a couple of times to will them to stop and then when she felt she could string some sentences together without being incoherent she answered him.
“When... they realised... that they... couldn’t keep... me injured...” She said swallowing between every other second word as she was still sort of crying, “they thought... it would... be fun... to take... away my... abilities.” She answered and then looked away from Matt as she dropped her hand from his feeling like she wasn’t special anymore. She then took in a few deep breaths finally getting the sobbing under control and spoke some more, “I’m not special anymore Matt, not that I ever thought I was, I’m nothing, just a normal human and you have no idea the things they made me do. I’m actually afraid to tell you.” The reason she was afraid to tell him was because she had just seen what he had done just because they had taken her, if he knew what they had done, well he knew what he was capable of.
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 3, 2010 17:04:23 GMT -5
As Matt touched her cheek, he could feel her hesitation in a way. She seemed to be not fearful but concerned for herself. Like she would die at any moment. And seeing as she had injuries covering her, he could see that was clearly the case at the moment. After he had asked her why she wasn't healing, she replied by putting her hand on his, and saying that the mafia had taken away her abilities so that she could not heal from the torture they put her through. Matt's eyes widened at this thought.
They had taken her powers. They actually made it so she was unable to heal from her injuries... Just so they could prove their dominance over her... He could feel his rage building again, and it continued as Emilie continued. She said that she no longer felt special and she was just a human being, and that she was afraid to tell Matt of the horrible things they had made her do. He just looked at her and cringed a little. He knew what these people were capable of. He'd been tracking her for weeks, so it was clear to say that he knew how the mafia worked.
"You don't have to worry about them anymore... I'm going to get you back to your dad. And I'm gonna find a way for you to get your powers back. But right now, you need to be healed." Matt said, looking around for a syringe or needle to transfer his blood to her. "Emilie, is there a sterile needle I can use to transfer my blood to you?" He asked her, unsure if there were any clean ones, that hadn't been used.
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Post by emilie on Jul 3, 2010 20:51:18 GMT -5
As Emilie began to tell Matt why she wasn’t healing she could see the rage building within Matt again and then she had gone on to say that she wasn’t special anymore, that she was just a normal human and that he had no idea of the things they had made her do that she was afraid to tell him. She saw him look at her then and she could tell that he was trying not to think about it, or at least that’s the impression she got from his look.
Then he spoke saying she didn’t have to worry about them anymore and he was going to take her back to her dad and find a way for her to get her powers back but right now she needed to be healed. Well she knew that, she was in a pretty poor state with not much hope of actually getting anywhere being in the current mess she was in. “Does my dad even know you’re here, I mean does he even know that you found me?” She asked knowing full well what the answer was to that, because if her dad knew that Matt had found her, he would be there now.
The next thing she knew Matt was asking if there was a sterile needing lying around so he could use it to transfer some of his blood to her. She knew if he transferred some of her blood to her that she would heal from her injuries. Then they might have a better chance of getting away from this place. She took a look around knowing that they kept the medical kit around somewhere when they had been feeding her with the drugs. “Do you think your blood will remove the addiction again?” She asked, not too sure, because when she was addicted before she didn’t have the ability of regeneration, Emilie only gained that ability after she had recovered.
She then located the kit which was lying under some of the debris and she pointed, “You might find one in there, although who knows if they were actually using sterile needles on me, I didn’t even think about that.” Emilie said in a bit of a panic and began to shake although would it matter if they had passed anything onto her, if Matt was going to transfer some of his healing blood to her anyway? It would take anything away that may have passed onto her if they’d used needles which weren’t sterile.
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 4, 2010 1:10:01 GMT -5
As Matt searched for a needle, she asked if her father knew if Matt had found her or not. He just looked at her with the corner of his eye and shook his head at her. If Gary was here, he'd would've probably gotten himself hurt or killed as a result of a lack of healing factor, among other things. And he wouldn't be much help in that condition. So as he looked around, Emilie asked if his healing would cure her addiction. He took a sigh of breath as he turned around to face her, his face not a confident one.
"No, it won't. Addicitions are a mental illness and unfortunately, that problem resides in you mentally, not physically. My blood can only heal physical injuries." He said as he turned around, having a look through the debris still. "For me to fix that... I'd have to tap into your mind and do some telepathic shifting in order make your addiction go away. But I'm not sure if I have the skills to do that yet." Matt added, knowing that it would take powerful telepathy to make sure that Emilie's addiction was taken care of.
Emilie then pointed to a medical kit which housed the needles they had been using on her, as well as commenting that she didn't even know if the ones they injected her with were even sterile. Matt detected the worry in her voice and smiled as he walked to the kit, opening it up. "You know, you shouldn't have to worry about that now. My blood can heal at the cellular level. So any virus' in your body will be killed instantly." He said as he found a needle in a sealed packet, Matt smiled as he held it up.
"And besides, if all the needles came out of a packet like this before they used it, you should be ok." Matt said as he opened the packet and rolled his sleeve up telekinetically as he walked back to Emilie. He held out his arm and pushed the needle into his arm gently, pulling back the pumper to fill the needle with blood. He filled it up the whole way, before pulling the needle out as his skin healed, squirting a little blood out to get rid of the air bubbles inside. He looked at Emilie with a smile.
"Ok, here we go." Matt said as he injected her with the needle on her arm, pushing the blood into her body and as soon as every drop was gone, he pulled the needle out, burning the end of it with a flame before throwing it to the bin nearby. Matt watched with anticipation to see what happened next.
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Post by emilie on Jul 6, 2010 16:45:47 GMT -5
{ooc - sorry it took a while, I get carried away with my Dominic posts lol}
When Emilie had asked Matt if her father knew if Matt had found her or not she sort of already knew what the answer was because he wasn’t there, she saw that look from Matt and then he shook his head confirming the answer she had already guessed. She couldn’t wait to get back home, back into the comfort of her father’s arms. However because she had been taken from him she knew that she was always going to worry about it happening again. They had already moved to Washington to start a new life and now it looked like they may have to move again, but then she would have to give up the new relationship that she and Matt had been trying to start because she didn’t think he would move away from Washington and his job. Not that she would blame him.
Emilie had then asked Matt if his blood would cure her addiction as well, she wasn’t sure and she didn’t think it would but she felt she had to ask. The look on Matt’s face gave her the answer before he even spoke. She felt her heart sink because she really didn’t want to have to go through the whole tough ordeal she had gone through before. She looked at him with sad eyes, “I really don’t want to have to go through the withdrawal symptoms again Matt.” She wasn’t trying to be whiney about it, but it had been difficult enough the first time around.
He then added that the only way he could do that would be to tap into her head but wasn’t sure he had the skills to do that yet. She looked downhearted and sighed, “Could you try at least?” If she had to go back into rehab she would, but it was just infuriating her because the last time she had a choice, it was the wrong one she had made sure, but this time, this time she was forced to taking the drugs, it just seemed unfair that she would have to go through the whole ordeal of withdrawal and the pain that it brought because she had been forced to take the drugs this time.
When Emilie had made the comment about the fact she didn’t even know if they had used sterile needles on her he replied saying that she shouldn’t have to worry about that because his blood would kill any virus her body may have. She nodded her head and gave him a weak smile, “I know, but it was just something I thought about when you asked about a sterile needle.” If he couldn’t find a sterile one then there wouldn’t be much hope of her being fixed before they had to leave. Then Matt opened the medical kit Emilie had pointed out before and he got a sterile needle and made a point of saying that if all the needles they had used came out of a packet like the one he was holding then she would be safe. “I guess they were, I don’t really know, I shut myself off to it after a while, it was the only way to make it all less painful.”
She then watched as he got himself ready to give her some of his blood and as she watched the needle go into his arm she flinched slightly, not that she was scared of needles per say just the idea of seeing it go into his skin gave her the shudders. Soon enough he had the syringe filled and then squirted some of the blood out before coming toward her to insert the blood into her. She gave him a weak smile as he spoke and then she flinched again as the needle went into her arm and soon enough all the blood was in her system and he then burned the tip of the needle before throwing it away. Now it was just a waiting game to see if his blood would work which it seemed to do as she felt the pain in her right wrist begin to leave.
She gave him a bit of a brighter smile, “I think its working.” She lifted up her wrist and was able to move it around freely with no pain and all the cuts and bruises she had over her were slowly disappearing and she soon began to feel a little bit stronger, she looked at him and smiled again, “Thank you, thank you for finding me, thank you for everything.”
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 8, 2010 16:49:27 GMT -5
Matt just looked at Emilie as she asked him if he could try, his face showing a lot of doubt. "Emilie... I'm going to be frank with you. In order for me to do something like that, I'd have to tweak at your personality to find the part of your brain that has that addiction... If I make a single mistake... I could change you as a person. I can't risk that..." He said to her, taking in a deep breath as he found the needle.
After injecting her with his blood, he watched as she began to heal, her body beginning to cover the cuts and bruises and within seconds, she was perfectly healed. She then thanked him for everything, Matt smiling softly and nodded his head to her in return. "You're welcome. I'm just doing what I have to do. Protecting people. That and I find you... I dunno.... There's just something about you..." Matt said as his head quickly whipped up, his head tilting to the side as he heard sirens approaching.
"We need to leave..." Matt said as he placed a hand on Emilie, smiling at her. "Deep breath..." He said as he closed his eyes and teleported the pair back to his home in Washington.
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Post by emilie on Jul 9, 2010 14:05:46 GMT -5
When Emilie had asked Matt if he could at least try to remove the addiction part she knew what the answer was going to be before he even spoke just from the way he had looked at her. To be honest she wasn’t as addicted as she was before, so maybe it wouldn’t take as long to beat it this time as it did last time. She just sighed and wiped at her eyes which had tears stinging at them. At least he wasn’t say no to just be mean, he was saying no out of concern over changing her she had to respect his decision because of that. “Okay, I’ll just have to do it the hard way again, hopefully it won’t be so difficult this time as I’ve not been on them as long as last time.” She gave him a weak smile as if to show that she wasn’t annoyed at him, if anything she was impressed that he didn’t want to risk changing her.
Once Matt’s blood was in her and she began to heal she had thanked him for everything he had done and she saw him smiling softly at her and then spoke saying she was welcome and he was just doing what he has to do, protecting people. She gave him a small smile and then he added something about her, but couldn’t really say what he wanted to say. She raised her eyebrow slightly, “So what is the something about me?” She couldn’t help but ask because he had piqued her interest in saying that, although she felt the same way about Matt, that there was just something about him which was keeping her interested in him, although after saving her life he was more than just piquing her interest, she wanted to get to know him more.
She then watched as he seemed to be alerted to something and then said that they had to leave. She just nodded her head feeling a little bit stronger than she had before he had come to her. Matt then placed a hand on her telling he to take a deep breath and she knew what was coming next, so she took a deep breath and in that instant Matt had teleported them back to his home in Washington. She flopped down onto his sofa and then sighed gently, “I don’t suppose you have something I could eat? I’m absolutely starving.” Alright so maybe she wasn’t starving as such, but she certainly hadn’t been eating or drinking properly over the past few weeks because they had only been giving her water and bread about once or twice a week.
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 11, 2010 2:49:05 GMT -5
Matt just nodded as Emilie replied to Matt's comment about being unable to help her at risk of altering her personality. She said she was impressed, and while he had been facing the other way, he just smiled a happy smile, before turning into a sympathetic one. "I... I'd just like for you to know... That I'll..." He said, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I'll be there if you need me to be..." He said with a soft tone, turning back to Emilie with a smile.
Once he had injected his blood into her, he watched as her body began to heal over. He just smiled as he looked at Emilie. She then replied to a comment he had made to her about her having something. He opened his mouth to reply back, before hearing the sirens, as well as seeing the police cars with his clairvoyant ability and proceeded to teleport her to his home.
As soon as he did, she flopped onto his couch as though she lived in it, but then again he didn't blame her. She had been locked up for some time. She also asked for some food, and Matt just looked at her with a raised brow, his face showing signs of worry. "Um... I got some Chinese takeaway from last night." Matt said as he walked to the fridge, telekinetically opening it and pulling out a plastic box with noodles, chicken and vegetables mixed in it.
He warmed his hand up slightly, effectively acting as a heater for the food as he telekinetically grabbed a fork for her to use, bringing it to him. He gave the food to her, his hand back to normal and the food warm. "Sorry if it's... you know, too hot..." He said, turning around and walking to the kitchen to get some water to drink. He didn't want to come off as being too caring and such. He knew about how captors often fell for the saviors and he didn't want that situation to happen to him.
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Post by emilie on Jul 13, 2010 13:26:52 GMT -5
After Emilie had said she understood that he didn’t want to mess with her to try and get rid of the addiction Matt had began to speak in a slightly broken sentence telling her that he wanted her to know that he would be there for her if she needed him to be in a soft voice and then he turned and she saw that smile of his which prompted her to give him a smile of her own. “Thanks Matt, that’s good to know.” She knew that her father would be there for her too as he was the last time, and as she had previously thought with not being on them for as long this time, there was a good chance that she might beat a lot quicker this time anyway.
Once Emilie was healed after Matt had injected his blood into her she had asked him what the something about her was but he couldn’t answer as it would seem that police were arriving on the scene, and given the carnage around them even if it was down to Matt saving her life, she knew only too well that there was no time for small talk and they would have to make a sharp exit away from where they were. So Matt had placed his hand on her and teleported the both of them to his apartment back in Washington.
Emilie had flopped onto his sofa really not meaning to treat his house like it was her own but she was tired and very hungry and now that she was away from the clutches of the mafia again all she wanted was for a comfortable seat and to relax and have something to eat and drink. She had then asked Matt if he had something she could eat, he had replied talking about some Chinese take-away from the night before. She gave him a weak smile, “Thanks, and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to like just crash, but I’m physically drained.”
She was so out of it by now that she wasn’t even aware of what was happening around her, so she had no idea that Matt was using his many abilities to prepare the food for her that he eventually gave her after a few moments, just putting it down to him heating it up in the microwave or something. She took the food from him giving him a warm smile and shaking her head at his comment about it being too hot. “Thank you Matt, and no it’s fine, I’m just so hungry I couldn’t care how hot it is.” She began to eat the food as she watched Matt head into the kitchen again, it was a bit hot, but not hot enough to burn her mouth and it tasted so good. Between mouthfuls of it, she spoke, “This is actually really nice, thanks again for everything you’ve done for me today.” She knew she would have to get back home to her father soon enough, he should know that she was back safe and sound albeit minus her powers.
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Post by shadnicth on Jul 14, 2010 7:06:02 GMT -5
Matt simply gave a smile to Emilie as a response for her apology about crashing on his couch. Why the hell would she apologise? She had just been through hell for the last few weeks. "Don't be silly. If you wanted to stay the night, I wouldn't say no. After all, you've been through hell over these last few weeks..." Matt said to her as he walked off to prepare her food. It was strange how he felt for her. Any other person, he would've dumped at their home, or with their families and left. So why was it that he felt some sort of attachment to her?
However he let those thoughts wander as he gave her the food, asking her if it was too hot. She replied, saying it was fine, and with that she began to dig in. Matt just smiled and fetched himself a glass of water, looking down at his blood-stained clothes for a moment before hearing Emilie's voice again, this time commenting on the food's taste, as well as thanking him for everything. He simply poured another glass of water, intended for Emilie. "I'm just doing my job, Ms. Swan." He said with a smile, as he walked over to her, placing the glass on the coffee table in front.
"Here you go. I'm going to just go take a shower, before I take you back to your dad. Somehow, blood-stained clothes won't fly with your dad I think. Just hang tight, and enjoy the food." Matt said as he walked off to his room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door shut, he simply facepalmed himself sliently. God-damn it man, get a grip of yourself. Turning soft for someone you barely know... Matt thought to himself as he took his blood-stained clothes, leaving only his underwear for the time being.
He walked into the ensuite bathroom that was attached to his bedroom, turning on the shower telekinetically while dumping the clothes into a metal bin that stood next to the sink. He took his underwear off, and tossed it into the bin, his hand igniting a small flickering flame that was sent to the bin with a swift movement. The room glowed orange for a moment as the flash-fire burnt up the clothes in an instant, Matt putting out the flames with a wave of his hand. He picked up the bin and tossed the ashes into the shower, washing out the bin as quickly as he could, before putting it back, the metal as clean as it had been before.
With that he stepped into the shower, closing the glass door and began to clean off the blood on his body. As he did, several things went through his mind. He had taken out one Mafia cell, but he knew there were more. They would not take this lightly. Especially since Matt had succeeded in rescuing Emilie. He had to get them protection of some kind. And his work had the resources to do so. Another thought was whether or not to see Emilie again. If he did see her, he feared that she would become close to him. And he knew that people who were close to him ended as two things. Either hurt or dead.
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